[Gepard thinks he knows the game they're playing. He thinks he understands what's going on. It's just an extension of the game Sampo had been playing with him all this time, all of the fruitless chases into the snow, their banter, the few times he caught Sampo and then had to let him go. Gepard thinks he understands, and then wonders what it means that he thinks he understands Sampo Koski, and then decides that can wait.
All it takes to play along is for him to be Captain Landau, instead of Gepard...except Captain Landau would never let anyone touch him like this, and he should probably wonder what it means that he's letting the two bleed together like watercolors for Sampo. But he won't. He can't.
His eyes flutter shut for a moment, then they reopen. Gepard's voice remains low. Deliberate. Quiet. But it shifts in tone and pitch, a little, settling into the same voice he uses when barking out orders, when making demands. Still hushed, but with authority. This is his office. This is his chair. Sampo shouldn't be here.]
By all rights I should be hauling you in for questioning - why are you here? What did you come for? [And a sliver of amusement seeps through at this point, very dry, very bleak, but Gepard can't help it, he's not that good at balancing who he is as a captain with who he is as a person. But he's trying, for...Sampo, for some reason.] It's not as if we'd have to go far.
[It's at this point that Gepard's hand releases the chair, so he can grab onto Sampo's hand, and then he holds it tightly. With meaning. Stay. He hauls Earthwork around like it's nothing. It's not as if it's hard to hold Sampo still- actually, no, to pull him closer. He wants Sampo close.
(...he's probably doing this wrong, but it's fine. It's almost nostalgic? It's like the first time he was sent to the front lines in a command position. Did he know what he was doing? He was well trained enough to, yes, but also felt like he was faking it until he made it the entire time. Why should people listen to him? Is it his family name? It's like that.)]
If you want me to overlook your presence here, you'll have to be very convincing. [A threat and a promise.]
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Date: 2024-03-02 03:26 am (UTC)All it takes to play along is for him to be Captain Landau, instead of Gepard...except Captain Landau would never let anyone touch him like this, and he should probably wonder what it means that he's letting the two bleed together like watercolors for Sampo. But he won't. He can't.
His eyes flutter shut for a moment, then they reopen. Gepard's voice remains low. Deliberate. Quiet. But it shifts in tone and pitch, a little, settling into the same voice he uses when barking out orders, when making demands. Still hushed, but with authority. This is his office. This is his chair. Sampo shouldn't be here.]
By all rights I should be hauling you in for questioning - why are you here? What did you come for? [And a sliver of amusement seeps through at this point, very dry, very bleak, but Gepard can't help it, he's not that good at balancing who he is as a captain with who he is as a person. But he's trying, for...Sampo, for some reason.] It's not as if we'd have to go far.
[It's at this point that Gepard's hand releases the chair, so he can grab onto Sampo's hand, and then he holds it tightly. With meaning. Stay. He hauls Earthwork around like it's nothing. It's not as if it's hard to hold Sampo still- actually, no, to pull him closer. He wants Sampo close.
(...he's probably doing this wrong, but it's fine. It's almost nostalgic? It's like the first time he was sent to the front lines in a command position. Did he know what he was doing? He was well trained enough to, yes, but also felt like he was faking it until he made it the entire time. Why should people listen to him? Is it his family name? It's like that.)]
If you want me to overlook your presence here, you'll have to be very convincing. [A threat and a promise.]